4
KURT
I was scanning through the reports my crawler program had collected over the last twenty-four hours when, someone knocked on my door, breaking my concentration. I sighed. The program gathered up all the articles, public social media posts, and police reports (some of those not exactly public) that matched the keywords I was currently feeding it. As I scanned, my brain intuitively built a web of connections, but that one knock had scattered my concentration, meaning I would have to start from scratch. There was no going back and fixing it.
"Yeah?"
"It's me," Ryan said. "Can I come in?"
I had to standup to unlock the door. I knew enough about security to always lock my door with physical means, reliably without any kind of external access. Keys could be copied. Digital keypads co
